South
The rain comes down the enameled
metal surface, streams deviating as etched crevasses recall seasons and
generations. The rusty playground is site to another tropical downpour in the
southern-most territory of the United States. A soaked flag wags limp, hoisted
over volcanic masonry.
Golden fields contain lost
civilizations. The withered carapace of a wind generator lies like a fallen
megalith. Local ranchers tend to fleets of defunct machinery as tourists
traverse their land. The earth is scorched by voracious cattle. Living leather
purses, filled with bones, watch the rust punk revolution unfold.
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